Former porn star: check
Wearing a colander as religious headwear in a drivers license photo: check
Utah just sorta shrugging the whole thing: check
Former porn star: check
Wearing a colander as religious headwear in a drivers license photo: check
Utah just sorta shrugging the whole thing: check
Yesterday I saw this sign outside the polling place. I’ve seen this sign before… it or some version of it has been there every year since I started voting in Utah a decade ago. I’ve never paid it much mind. Because why should I? Nothing here is even remotely an imposition for lawful residents/voters. So why are “voter ID laws” so controversial elsewhere?
If simply proving you are a legal voter is so troubling to some people, just imagine how tweaked they’d get if my plan for instituting fractional votes based on the voters multiple-choice test results, testing for basic math skills and understanding of civics (history, what the Constitution says, what your rights are and what they *aren’t,* etc.) was instituted as it really should be.
Photos of the Athena missile (which is apparently at least partly replica) on display in Green River, Utah. The little remembered Green River Launch Complex was used for test launches, shooting missiles like the Athena and Pershing into White Sands, New Mexico. In the case of the Athena, many of the launches tested subscale advanced re-entry vehicles (nuclear warhead re-entry vehicles, specifically). I’ve posted the full set of 12 full-rez photos for all patrons at the APR Patreon.
I should surprise nobody that since I live in a house made of Yule logs and have filled it with paper and books, *fire* is something I’m kinda twitchy about. So while writing the preceding posting, imagine how thrilled I was when the smell of smoke became overpowering. Fortunately it wasn’t my house, but instead the wheat field across the road. It’s that time of year when the farmers are burning their fields; I guess it quickly returns minerals and such to the soil, but you’d kinda think that just plowing the stubble back in might work better. I dunno, the farmers seem happy with the process.
Anyway, the wind was just right so that he smoke was blowing straight into my front windows. Joy.
Obviously, I grabbed the camera and started taking pictures. Had I been smarter I would have turned the smartphone video camera on and caught the dust devil that blew through. As it was, I only took a few inadequate photos of the mini-tornado; it went through the fire making a very, very brief firenado, but of course I didn’t catch that. All I caught was the smokenado/ashnado:
And one last shot as I was ducking out of the way… the ashnado shot across the road and plowed right into the deck where I would’ve been standing had I decided “nope.”
I took a bunch of telephoto shots as the trail of fire – created by dragging a propane flame throwing behind a four-wheeler ATV through the field – moved off into the distance. Most were better in theory than execution, but with a little cropping and fade correction, they’re kinda interesting: